D.

My roommates know.  My father doesn't.  My aunt and uncle and another aunt know.  Some of my old classmates know.  Some of them don't. 

In the New York Times there is a "debate" about whether gay celebrities have a moral obligation to come out.  I put scare quotes around debate because the three opinions are:

A. You're either a hero or part of the problem
B. It's your decision; you can be dumb and closeted if you want to
C. I won't tell you to come out, but I wish you would

I am not completely out of the closet, and it shames me.  It isn't being not-straight, but being not-quite-out that I am ashamed of.  And, ironically enough, it's that shame of being not-out that makes me afraid of coming out.  I'm not afraid that anyone would say what's wrong with you for being gay; I'm afraid they'll say what's wrong with you for being closeted for so long.  Well, that, and I feel like I'm not gay enough to be gay, I feel like a fraud claiming it, and it doesn't help when it seems as if there are so many people, gay and straight, who think that being a bisexual woman doesn't really count.  Especially a bisexual woman who has plenty of experience with men, who likes them a lot and knows what she likes, but has almost no experience with women and is, well, kind of terrified of them.